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A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I've been getting over this cold. Oh yeah and don't blame me, blame Halfling. She is an awesome story teller and she has me wrapped around her little finger! I can't stop reading The Cabin, I highly recommend it!

Oh and by the way, this chapter is a little naughty. You've been warned.

Chapter Nine: All Things Are Right, Almost

Draco was in a foul mood. In fact he'd been in a foul mood for almost two months. He wasn't eating properly and snapped at everyone. The skin under his eyes was so dark from lack of sleep that it looked like he'd been held down and punched repeatedly in each eye. He walked the corridors alone. He almost looked weak and inferior without Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy walking beside him. Hermione had observed, even if Draco had neglected to notice her watching him, that he walked with his head lowered and kept his mouth shut in classes.

It wasn't that he missed Hermione, he was almost sure of that, but more that he was yet to hear confirmation of his success. Surly she'd have said something. This worried Draco deeply. If he had failed, then that was it, the whole prophecy was out of wack.

Maybe, he thought on many occasions, I was never meant to know of it; maybe it would have all fallen into place.

Nightmares of the repercussions that his failure would cause haunted his dreams and plagued his thoughts.

Little did he know that Hermione was going through a similar hell…

Was she meant to feel guilty, of course not! Then why was it she did.

He had said, after all, that he loved her. Maybe he wasn't lying; he had seemed to have changed…

She thought about this for a second then snorted my god Hermione; he played you, like he has with every one of his girls.

She shuddered at the thought of being one of Draco's 'girls'. She couldn't explain it. She had been so incredibly mad with him to begin with, but now, she sorta missed him, but only as a friend, she quickly reminded herself.

She sighed, and with it brought about a wave of nausea. She dismissed it as the cold she had had for the past month or so. She really should listen to Harry and go see Madam Pomfry but she wasn't about to let a stupid little cold keep her from class.

Hermione wondered down the stairs and into the common room. She was taken aback by the site of Draco sitting on a couch; she had hardly seen him at all out of his room. He turned around and looked at her.

"Just the person I was looking for," he said and smiled weakly.

Hermione however raised her eyebrows and lowered them down to give him evil look, "what," she shot back. She was too confused with her feelings to act civilly just yet.

He jumped back as if her words were a physical attack he was trying to dodge.

"I can't continue living the way I am Hermione. Everyday without you is like having a bit of my heart taken from me," I just have to get into your good books again to see if it worked, he added to himself.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Draco, I did have feelings for you, well at least I thought I did," she said truthfully.

"Well then what's the problem?"

"But," she said with emphasise, "you moved to fast and I am scared Draco. I meant, I was only at the point of just realising that I liked you as some thing more than a friend when you and me, well you know. You hurt me Draco, I have told you before that I'm not like one of your other g-g, excuse me," she stopped for a second, "I'm not like one of your other…" she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Ten minutes later, after her stomach had settled and the couch Draco had been sitting on was clean, Draco sat next to her, looking at her worriedly.

"You should see Pomfry."

She glared at him, "I don't need your sympathy."

Draco was about to snap back at her before quickly calming himself and insisting on accompanying her to the hospital wing. Reluctantly Hermione got of the couch and followed Draco out through the portrait. They walked in science, walking about 5cm from each other. Slowly Draco closed that gap and began to play with her fingers, inviting her to hold his hand. He smiled, he knew he shouldn't feel the way he did, but being on almost friendly terms with her again was very exiting for him.

His heart jumped unexpectedly faster in his chest as she too began to pull and pinch playfully on his index finger. Boldly he began to tickle up her palm. At first she pulled away slightly, but then she relaxed and he continued to slide his fingers down and lock with hers.

She looked at him nervously. She looks so cute. He thought. He was shocked when his mind told him to stop being an idiot or something. He smiled back at her confidently.

Luckily for them it was close to the start of curfew and most students were tucked in bed, closing their prying eyes. Unluckily for them however, was the fact that it was a Friday night, and Harry and Ron were rounding the corner, talking very loudly mind you, on their way to visit Hermione in the head's common room.

"Is that…?" Hermione asked quickly, letting go of Draco's hand.

"No doubt in my mind," he replied, keeping his grip on Hermione's hand and dragging her off into a surprisingly well placed broom closet just as Harry and Ron turned into the same hall they were in.

It was an extremely tight squeeze and Hermione's body was firmly presses against Draco's. He blushed as Hermione realised that that wasn't the only thing that was firm in the closet.

"Hold up Harry," Ron's voice said from just outside the closet. Hermione held her breath, "Lemme tie my lace, I left my wand on my bed."

She breathed a sigh of relief as quietly as she could.

Meanwhile, Draco was fighting a loosing battle. His mind just wasn't strong enough to overcome his body.

What the hey! He shrugged. He then awkwardly moved his hand to her chin and brought it to face towards him.

"I love you Hermione," he whispered as Ron muttered an "almost finished" to Harry.

She swallowed as she watched him shakily move his head closer and closer. Draco's lips captivated her with the most sensual kiss he had ever given her.

He thought he vaguely heard Ron get up and two sets of footsteps echo into the distance, but he was too caught up in his own business to care. What shocked him out of his trance was the feeling of Hermione's hands fumbling with his pants button. The kiss broke off for only a second before continuing more hungrily than ever.

Hermione didn't know why she was doing this. A few hours ago she'd have done anything to see Draco's face after she'd kicked him in the balls, but now, now some thing was telling her the time was right and Draco wasn't out to hurt her. Plus it felt so right having him kiss her.

Draco shivered with excitement. He was down to his boxers and was pulling eagerly on each side of Hermione's underwear. She heard her growl impatiently and felt her underwear slip from his hand as Hermione reefed (A/N: not sure if it's a real word but I use it all the time) them down herself. His arousal grew and he was on the verge of doing something stupid. He groaned in anticipation and she rid him of his boxers. Draco backed Hermione into the wall as much as possible before grabbing her bare backside from beneath her skirt and pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around his back as he entered her slowly. They moaned in unison as they built up the pace. After a few intense minutes Hermione bit into Draco's neck and dug her fingers into his back, delight drowning her body, he followed not long after.

Ten minutes later, Draco and Hermione were free of the cupboard and walking into the hospital wing, an awkward feeling hung in the air around them. As they entered Madam Pomfry eyed them suspiciously.

"May I help you…" she asked slowly.

"Hermione has been throwing up, I… we, were wondering if you could help the nausea and maybe even tell us what's wrong," Draco answered for her.

"Of course, of course," she replied, leading Hermione over to an empty bed, Draco following. She closed the curtain around the bed with a flick of her wand.

"I'll be right back," Madam Pomfry said, Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that she knew all to well what Draco and herself had been up to. She returned moments later carrying two.

"This is for the nausea," she informed them, shaking a green, knowingly, "and this," she continued to hold up a deep blue bottle, "will tell us what's wrong." She placed the vials on the side table and proceeded to roll up Hermione's sleeve.

"I'll need to take a sample of your blood to mix with the potion."

She drew her wand out of her pocket and held it to her arm. Hermione kept her eyes on Draco, who was standing off a fair way looking nervous, and let out a gasp and an invisible needle, pricked her skin. Being the curious person that she is, she reluctantly looked over and her arm. What looked like a thin vortex of blood was being sucked into the tip of Madam Pomfry's wand. The wand was removed and the medi-witch hummed to herself as she turned her back to them and began fiddling around with the potions. She then, with out a word, slipped out of the curtains.

"So," Draco said shyly, glad for the opportunity to talk alone.

"So." She replied, "We should talk when we get back…"

He nodded in agreement but before he could open his mouth again, Madam Pomfry had waltzed back into the room, still humming, but looking slightly worried.

"Hermione dear, how shall I put this… well you see dear, the reason you've been throwing up is quiet a big issue. I mean it's nothing to worry about," she added the last past quickly, seeing the look of fright in Hermione's eyes.

"It's just that, well Hermione, you're pregnant."

A/N: he he he. Ok, so no biggy right. Heaps of fics have a pregnant Hermione right? Well I promise this one is sooo different! grins evilly